Sacrifices of a Full Heart

Why laze in bed on this day
when I am already fully awake
as the sun rises over the ridge
and paints the hills of Vermont
creaamy like the foam on an ocean
swaying and fluttering golden as prairie grasses?

Find me scurrying up these departed stones of emotion
toward the places where joy lashes herself to the bold face
of wind that scrapes heavy hurts away
one grain of sand at a time.

I will pretend no more.
No more darkness when morning, like this one,
restores me with color of August flowers
and a sea of healing words.

Only gratitude for life's gifts.
Sorrow and regret
will be left
to dissolve
in these mists
of forgetfulness.

Sacrifices of a full heart.